Novel & Cerita Baddie Pics

“We can improvise.You asked if I wanted to play earlier ? I inquired and he nodded “Touch your tits for me..” he demanded, his eyes lustful from the face time. I took my hands to my tits, the left one, running my fingers on my nipple. He growled from the face timing. “Pookie.. pull off your panties fast.” He demanded sharply, I saw his hands move on his dick, stroking it. He placed his camera properly where I could see how his hands moved on his dick. I pulled off my panties, finding a spot to keep my phone. I found the perfect spot then stood, my hands pressed against the wall while I shook my ass..

I said as I have her a sweet sinister smile. "enjoy having everyone's seconds Bitch" I gave her the middle finger as I walked out of door leaving a speechless and surprised Maddison and kaiden. I heard her scream as she slammed the door behind me.

In the cab, Samantha excitedly swiped through the hundred of pictures she had taken for Sia. “God, you would easily pass for a model,” Samantha gushed, scrolling through the pictures again. “I already sent you the pictures. I’m posting some on my I***a story and snpachst. Man, I have to show you off” Samantha continued talking excitement all over her face. She had long forgotten that Sia had showed up that morning with a bruised cheek and bloodied knuckles and with a strangling mark on her neck that she didn’t see. Sia scrolled through the pictures Sam had sent and a small smile spread across her cheeks. She chuckled at the notification that Samantha had tagged her to. She clicked on it and

Prologue— “Please don’t do this! Don’t ruin my reputation like this! Delete the picture…” Red with shame I cover my body with my hands and almost beg him. “If you don’t want this to go viral, submit to me and do as I say! Don’t worry doll, I have no interest in you but nobody dares to do what you did! I can’t let a poor beggar girl spoil my image! Can I?” Adrian William Ford, the rich but spoiled jerk of a boy said shooting a disgusted look at me!

I opened my perfect set of white teeth, flashing her a smile. Just at the back of her head, a really hot and intimidating guy with numerous tattoos and piercings stood at a corner. His face was a reason for other guys to think they’re ugly. There were girls swooning all over him. “Who’s that guy?” I asked her. “Oh, he’s Asher, the college’s bad boy. His body is a catch and he is ripped, he could even be the perfect boyfriend. But there’s a problem,” “What?” “Rumors says he hates females. I think he might be gay,” My other minion whispered.

Baby photos, bath photos, birthday photos, embarrassing pictures; it was there and Nellie was taking great delight in my embarrassment. "I hate you!" I whispered to her while Max and Derris were laughing over a picture taken of me trying to steal a piece of my birthday cake before the birthday and ending it with it all over. "Aww! I love you too, boo," she replied, blowing a kiss at me. I rolled my eyes at her before attempting to snatch the album from them. "Hey! What gives?" Max whined. "I think that's enough pictures for one day, don't you think? Besides, aren't you guys supposed to be sad that I'm leaving?"

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

"This is war." Another text: *We need to talk. Just you and me, Valentine. Tomorrow. My hotel. Room 412. Come alone, or I send these photos to everyone you know. Including your biker boyfriend. - M* Valentina's hands shook. "He's blackmailing me." "Then we go to the police." "With what? Photos that make me look guilty? A video taken out of context?" She looked at Duke. "He's setting me up." "So what? You go to his hotel room alone?" Duke's laugh was bitter. "Not happening."

“Matt, check out the first and last pictures. That’s at Mackenzie’s house. Remember when she asked us to come help her with some drunk girl upstairs and nobody was there? It must have been a fucking set up.” “Jesus, that means she’s been planning this for what? 2 months?” He says. “At least. What I can’t figure out is how she got this second picture.” I zoom in more and see that I’m wearing a black sports bra and shorts. “This picture must have been taken at the gym. But how did she even know where it was? And how the fuck are her photoshop skills this good? It looks so real,” I say, still examining the photo. “Maybe she paid someone to do it for her,” Cade suggests.